Monthly Archives: July 2012

My sister once told me how when she was pregnant, my mother hoped I would be a boy so that “the other boy would have someone to play with.” It never occurred to her that we might be completely opposite … Continue reading →

I was finishing a separate post yesterday which ended with the line “…since in the past everyone seemed to think that if it was someone in the family, it must have been my father.” Suddenly an image came into my … Continue reading →

When I was in fourth grade, the teachers and other students would try to get me to smile, by telling a joke, tickling, or calling attention to me. No one asked why this little boy might be unhappy, no one … Continue reading →

In my family, there was no communication; there were a lot of feelings expressed, but they changed minute-to-minute and nothing was constant except what wasn’t being said. The secrets in the background, the incest, the bullying, gossiping, and complete lack … Continue reading →

One morning when I was sixteen years old I was sleeping naked in my bed when suddenly my eighteen year old brother opened my locked door and stepped in, announcing that he was borrowing my vcr, followed a minute later … Continue reading →